Petals of Pain

Turquoise tears stain my face Like violet varicose veins Stains of sentimental sensuality Wrapped in white fears and black feathers For love has fuschia flown away Ruining reverie’s red roses Turning them black decomposes Any ink dried died in letters for love Would have fell on silver sword Sacrificed, sliding through heart Silky bloody poetic death He saves a cutting of brown hair And a crimson rose of despair Pressing between pages of art Like my onyx broken heart Was only a notch on burnt belt Firey from love’s hazing hell Wicked love spell wilting passion Kisses rationed refusing To hold wet tongue’s telling Of rebelling rose’s rise In spirit despite demise Petals of purple pain Painting passion with rain And teal tears tangerine train Of torment trailing behind Like a wedding dress Of jilted beauty Doing duty during dilemmas Flower to remember Pressed between pages Of a little black book Of love unreturned